Three Focaccias In a Take-out Container

and my disaster vacation

A few days ago, me and a friend jumped in the car with our dogs and drove to France. Up at 5am, on the train at 7, driving in France by 7.30. As someone who wrestles with anxiety (my pro-wrestler name is The Overthinker) the whole spontaneity thing was rather out of character for me (understatement). But this time I left the planning up to my friend and…